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Yamada giggled as Aizawa shoved him through the door into his room, roughly kissing his neck. It was difficult to get much time alone with them both trying to focus on their studies and pro internships. On top of the fact that Yamada had an additional internship at a radio station and was working part-time at a convenience store. The guy just had to be doing things constantly. So when Yamada found out his parents wouldn’t be home for a night over the weekend he jumped at the chance to take a night off and have Aizawa over. Aizawa accepted, of course, leading Yamada to unsubtly flirt with him all fucking week. To the point that Aizawa had to stop himself from grabbing him by his stupid mullet and shoving him against the wall in a fit of passion at school. He knew Yamada had been annoying him just so Aizawa would be more rough with him. And he was giving him what he wanted, shoving Yamada over and pinning him down on his bed. He didn’t particularly enjoy hurting Yamada but Yamada was weirdly into it and whined needily as Aizawa bit down on his neck.
“Shouta,” Yamada whined as Aizawa tugged his head back by the hair and chewed the skin on his neck wetly. Yamada ground his hips against Aizawa, trying to get some friction but Aizawa was pinning him in such a way that he just couldn’t get any. Aizawa pushed away and shoved his hands up under Yamada’s shirt and pushed it up over his head, making his glasses shove out of place. Yamada giggled and took them off, rubbing the bridge of his nose for a split second before putting his glasses on his bedside table. Aizawa leaned down and kissed him, softer this time, catching his lips gently and stroking his cheek. He let Yamada wrap his arms around his neck and pull him close as Aizawa’s knee pressed between his legs.
They kissed for a long while, Yamada grinding his hips against Aizawa’s knee until Aizawa finally pulled away and moved back. Yamada made a noise in his throat at the loss of contact but didn’t protest any. Aizawa grabbed his studded belt and pulled him down by it, making Yamada slide down the bed just to prove he could before actually undoing the belt and starting to take the blond’s pants off. Yamada lifted his hips up as Aizawa yanked his pants off and gasped as Aizawa pushed his legs apart and leaned down to bite the fabric of his underwear, pulling it teasingly away from his skin before letting it snap back into place. Yamada reached down to grab Aizawa’s hair, pushing his head down so he could grind against his mouth.
Aizawa pulled away, glaring up at Yamada for a beat before sitting up and pulling off his underwear. Yamada’s eyes widened manically as Aizawa got him naked and pushed his legs open. Aizawa dragged his nails over Yamada’s inner thighs, making Yamada shiver and twitch.
“Fuck me Shouta,” Yamada whined, running his hands through his bangs so they pushed off his forehead and rolling his hips.
“Shut it,” Aizawa said, though there was no bite in his voice. Yamada bit his lip and spread his legs a little wider as Aizawa ran his hand over Yamada’s skin on his torso, eventually pressing his hand down against his sternum and pinning him to the bed. He could feel Yamada’s heart hammering against the palm of his hand as his fingers teased against his entrance. A smile pulled the corners of Aizawa’s mouth as his fingers pushed inside, making Yamada arch his back with a breathy gasp.
Yamada moaned as Aizawa thrust his fingers in and out, curling them against his g spot and making Yamada’s legs shiver. Yamada threw his head back, pushing it back against the pillow as his back arched off the bed. Thrusting his hips down against Aizawa’s fingers and grabbing the wrist that Aizawa was pinning him down to the bed with. Aizawa thrust his fingers faster and Yamada jerked upright with a squeak, his chest trying to lift up off the bed but Aizawa shoved him back down roughly. Yamada writhed under him, thrashing and twitching in his hold. He gasped for breath, trying his best to keep his voice down by biting his lip and whining through his nose.
The longer Aizawa fingered him the harder it got for him to stay quiet and Yamada found himself crushing Aizawa’s forearm in his grip at the effort. He stared into Aizawa’s eyes as he pushed his hand slowly higher. It slid easily on his sweaty skin and he paused for a split second before pushing Aizawa’s hand down against his throat. Aizawa’s eyes widened as Yamada used his hand to choke him. Yamada’s eyes rolled back into his head and his tongue stuck out with a choked sound, clearly enjoying this.
Aizawa hesitated for a split second before curling his fingers faster and leaning on his arm, crushing Yamada’s windpipe. Yamada spasmed and forced Aizawa’s hand down harder, trying to gasp for breath as his face turned deep red, his legs shuddering violently. It dragged on for a moment before Yamada came, thrashing wildly and arching his back off the bed as his eyes rolled back into his head. Aizawa felt him clench around his fingers and continued to thrust his fingers until he eventually calmed down.
As soon as he was done Aizawa tugged his hand off Yamada’s throat. Yamada’s arms fell against the bed as he gasped for breath, making his oversized lungs swell like he was going to scream as he caught his breath. He stared at the ceiling panting, his eyes bugging out of his head manically as his face returned to its original color. After a few seconds, Yamada looked up at Aizawa, a wide, gap-toothed smile plastered on his face. Aizawa didn’t look so pleased.
“What the fuck, Hizashi,” Aizawa said, clutching the hand that had been on Yamada’s neck against his chest like it was some kind of volatile weapon that could go off any moment.
“I wanted to stay quiet,” Yamada rasped with a shrug, his voice hoarse and raw.
“I was going to erase your quirk. I always erase your quirk,” Aizawa's eyebrow twitched.
Yamada’s smile faded slightly and he pushed himself up onto his elbows, “sorry I should have warned you or something.”
“Your voice sounds awful,” Aizawa sighed, leaning closer to Yamada and touching his neck, his fingers ghosting gently over the half crescent divots left there from his fingernails.
“I’m okay,” Yamada insisted, bringing his hand up to hold Aizawa’s hand. “I wanted you to do it.”
“Yeah, I can tell. You kinky fuck,” Aizawa griped, making Yamada blush sheepishly. He leaned forward and rest his chin on Aizawa’s shoulder, pulling him into a slightly awkward hug.
“I’m sorry,” Yamada muttered into his shoulder. “Are you mad?”
Aizawa huffed and tilted his head to the side as Yamada started to kiss his neck softly, “I’m not mad.”
“Are you sure?” Yamada asked, pulling away to stare into Aizawa’s eyes, his pupils blown wide. Aizawa kissed him, putting his hand on the back of Yamada’s head to hold him in place.
“Positive,” he growled, tugging Yamada’s head back by his hair and making him let out a squeaky moan. To avoid sounding like a big softie he decided not to bring up his distaste for causing Yamada any kind of physical harm. Instead, he let Yamada's stupid mullet go and let the taller man kiss his neck, relaxing into his touch and seeing where the rest of the night would take them.